.... then we have this crossdressing thing constantly nagging away at us.
Yeah, you know where I'm going with this.
I certainly have my own story but, let's hear yours about the other 90% that you call life that beckons
first attention before you indulge at all in your girl world.
I've got it pretty easy right now as I transition into full retirement with the college for kid long paid off,
substantial home equity to downsize and relocate. And relatively good health.
I just know that some of the rest of y'all are drinking from a fire hose with what you gotta do and the world situation throwing up blocks.
And then there's that siren song of lace panties and makeup just for you that distracts without prejudice.
How are we handling it out there?